Nine: Tits on the Table

"Take me to the dorm." Samantha requested quietly, not about to be distracted. She wasn't losing anymore of her clothes, or getting anymore of his. "Do you really live on that bus?" She had heard Bill say he had a hotel room, he didn't seem overly fond of using them. "Do you- do you actually live somewhere? Like a house, or an apartment?" She couldn't imagine he did live on the bus not really, not all the time. Then, Sam realized she didn't want to know to much about him. What if he had kids? Or a proper girlfriend, or wife?

"Got a place here in Florida, actually, and one in Canada and another in New York." Chris informed her, watching her eyes nearly pop out of their sockets and laughed. "Granted, it's all the way in Miami, but I'm there maybe one month out of the year, possibly two. I'll have to bring you there sometime, maybe during the summer. I could kidnap your beautiful ass and take you away to Miami for the summer and your family can worry all they want about you. That's a delicious idea, actually." He stroked his chin in thought.

"You're jumping the gun there Rockstar," Samantha laughed, shaking her head as she moved away from him. "Once this week is over, you'll move on to the next place and forget all about me." Her eyes moved to the window, watching as the car pulled through the campus gates and eventually stopped in front of her shared humble abode. "I'll be right back down." She almost grabbed the garment bag containing the dress he had bought her then hesitated. "I should probably not put that away, huh?"

"Nope, you'll be wearing it tomorrow for the semi-finals." It was the whole reason they went shopping for her in the first place. If Samantha thought he'd move on from her, she had another think coming. It'd been a while since a woman caught his attention the way Samantha did and Chris wasn't even close to being done or sick of her. Samantha would find all that out in time as he watched her rush up to her dorm to grab her overnight bag.

Samantha packed basics, debating on if sleepwear was really needed… though she did toss his t-shirts in the bag, figuring she'd at least return them. When she slid back into the car, she brushed a strand of flyaways back behind her ear. "What next, Rockstar? Not shopping." It wasn't natural. A man enjoying shopping that much.

"Now, we're gonna get something to eat because your Rockstar is starving and then go back to my bus for some fun." There was no way Samantha ever tried anything like drugs, and he wondered what she would think about trying a little bit of coke. Maybe she wouldn't think of it as fun like him, but there was only way one way to find out.

This place was not fancy at all. It was a low-key bar in a back alley, filled with smoke -which was illegal as all Hell since smoking had been banned in public places quite some time ago-, and lots of people she usually avoided. Chris seemed to enjoy the atmosphere and she just stayed as close to him as possible. She was definitely a sore thumb here, in her shorts and University tank top.

He stuck out too, but even bedecked as the God he liked to consider himself as, he still blended in better than her. It was all in the confidence and that he had in spades.

"Uh… you want to eat here?" Her answer was to be nudged down into a chair at a small table, eyeballing the table top. Samantha watched as he sauntered up to the bar. The man lived on his bus and banged college girls, smoked pot, was famous, and apparently frequented seedy, shady bars for potential supper.

Chris didn't answer her, too busy grabbing drinks for them and walked back a few minutes later to join her. "Here you go, baby." It was some kind of purple concoction, he forgot the name of it, but it sounded interesting, so he decided to try it out. "And yes, we're eating here."

"What is this?" Samantha stared at it suspiciously, taking a sniff and regretted it instantly. Alcohol. Since when was alcohol purple? She watched as he took a taste of his and considered it. "Do you even remember what's in it?" When he rattled off the ingredients, she was sure her eyes were going to pop out of her head. "Uh…" She was going to wind up with alcohol poisoning or something, she wasn't a drinker. Tentatively, Sam sipped it, a bit surprised at how good it was, and doubly alert because she couldn't taste much alcohol, which meant it was a 'sleeper', you wouldn't know how much you had drank until it was too late. She had seen many a frat boy and girl lose their shit all over carpet that way.

"This shit is strong, so be careful." Chris cautioned, knowing one drink would probably have her on the floor, if Samantha didn't sip it the way he was. Luckily, she had followed his movements and the food would also soak it up as was no way they'd have more than one because he had other plans in mind for her tonight after grinned, requesting a simple beer when a barmaid pranced over and ignored her advances, his eyes on Samantha. "Hungry?"

"Water," She didn't need Chris' sage advice on the drink, she already knew better. "Bottled, please, and uh," No, not really. She had been devouring sandwiches only hours ago. Her eyes landed on the small white, greasy looking menu tucked between napkins. "Onion rings." Those actually sounded delicious. Her gaze moved back to Chris, who was breaking this poor woman's heart by ignoring the signals she was sending him. Well, hard to ignore those big ol' bouncing boobs when said woman bent down, chest all bared to him. "Is that a tattoo? On your… oh wow…"

"Why the hell are YOU looking?"

"Because you have them sitting on the table!"

Chris was dying laughing, to the point where tears had stung his eyes because of how BLUNT, yet innocent Samantha truly was. She had blatantly looked down that waitress's shirt, if one could even call it that, when HE was the one who was supposed to do the looking. "In case you didn't notice, sweetheart, I already got a woman with me tonight."

"No, you got some freshman college bitch who has no idea what she's doing with herself here."

"Get to stepping and tell your manager I want a new waitress, one that isn't looking to whore herself out while doing her job. Matter of fact, I want new drinks." He slid them both back over to her and smiled. "From our new waitress, now."

Samantha made a mental note to NOT eat anything here because a side of spit would definitely make it into her order. Nothing to drink either, unless it was something she opened herself. She watched the very angry waitress storm off before looking back at Chris. She hadn't been ogling the woman's tits so much as curious about where that tattoo ended, that had been… weird, interesting, but weird. No tatts on her, just her ears pierced. Chris had tattoos, it looked like he was working on a sleeve, or maybe he'd just stop there, wrist to elbow on the one arm. "Well… uh… sorry?"

Chris could see the apprehension on Samantha's face and knew this place was ruined for her. She wouldn't eat or drink anything, he wasn't stupid and didn't blame her. "Come on, we're outta here." He didn't bother waiting for a new waitress and tossed down some bills on the table before grabbing Samantha's hand and guiding her back out to the car. So much for getting something to eat and having a nice , maybe they should've just stuck to sex instead of trying to get to know each other. It always worked out better for both parties that way.

In a group of people horsing around or joking, there usually came a point where one person said or did something that just sort of brought everything screeching to a halt and things stopped being fun and turned awkward. Sam felt like that person now and frowned, rubbing the inside of her arm. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spoil it for you." She said apologetically. "I can wait here if you want to go back in."

"Psh, don't worry about it. I only took you here because they have great burgers, but fuck it, we can find somewhere else to eat or just order in." Take-out actually sounded good now that Chris thought about it, stroking his chin thoughtfully. She could get naked and eat with him, that was a delicious possibility too. "Back to the bus." He called out to the driver, winking at Samantha and wrapped his arm around her. "Stop pouting, it's not your fault. This place just isn't for some people and I'm fine with it."

Yeah no kidding. She had grown up in country clubs, and the tiny little tourist traps of her hometown where she had, when she had been younger and a lot more snotty. She had looked down on the Tourists, not realizing that they were a part of her taken for granted wealth. Sam had cut that shit quick when she had met Maria and realized what a mega bitch she was. Now that she thought about it, that's kind of when she started realizing she really, really did not like her relationship with Paul, even if they had known each other all their lives.

Chris had done a little research on Samantha, curious about her and found out she came from a lot of money. Wealthy family and her mother was a pain, to put it mildly. He'd been curious why her mother would pull her out of the talent show to begin with and, when he found out the reason, he both laughed and wanted to beat the hell out of her. Just because her mother was a gold-digging hussy did not mean her daughter was! Chris didn't even know the woman and wanted to hammer her, not in the fun way either.